I have always been a fan of the 1st Gen Camaro. I grew up loving Chevy's, probably because my dad always had some type of Chevy he was restoring. These are the 3 I have pictures of but there were definitely more. They were always top notch on a budget and he always paid special attention to detail. He likes to give me a hard time for being so picky about my car but he fails to acknowledge he made me this way :).
This 57 Chevy was immaculate. I don't remember as much about the build of this one but I do remember he always wished it was a 4-speed instead of an automatic. I also remember how much he hated having to sell it.
This '55 was always my favorite. I remember "working" on it with him in our one car garage when I was a kid. By working on it, I mean handing him the wrong wrenches, getting in his way, asking too many questions...pretty much the same stuff I do today except I am actually wanting to learn this time. I always loved when he would take me for a ride and how first and second gear would fill the cabin full of tire smoke. As with most of his builds, it was sold shortly after he finished it and I never had the pleasure of driving it.
This '72 was a daily driver for many years after he restored it. You could jump right in, fire it up and cruise on down the road. I borrowed it many weekends when I was 16 before I got my own truck and put all my friends brand new '89-'91 pickups to shame. Well, all except 'ol blue.
That same summer we embarked on building my first truck, an '81 GMC Stepside. We spent every night and weekend working on it and by the end of the summer we had completed a frame off rebuild. It also went from a GMC to a Chevy because all the logo parts were cheaper. It was my pride and joy for 8 years. I drove it all through high school and college and only sold it because I got my first job and realized a single cab truck getting 8-10 miles/gallon wasn't the best choice. At the time I was so infatuated with having my first new vehicle that the emotional attachment wouldn't hit me until years later. Man I wish I still had that truck. Every time I hear the Montgomery Gentry song that says "a stepside truck, can't jump a ditch" it brings back some pretty cool memories. I am one to learn from my mistakes and I can say with certainty, I won't make that mistake again.
Fast forward 10 years. After watching a couple episodes of "Pinks" (when it was lose the race, lose your ride) I naively asked my dad if he wanted to "do a little hot rod project car". That was January 2009. The expectation was that we would find something cheap, do a little resto-mod and be driving it by the end of the summer. I knew I wanted a 1st Gen Camaro so it would be simple right? We did a little eBay searching, found a nice 1968 SS project in Bryan, TX and after a short in person visit from my dad, it was sitting in his driveway February 1, 2009. Did I mention I live in Prosper, TX just north of Dallas? And that my friends was the start of a very long and winding road that I will detail here over the coming weeks, months and years. If I only knew then what I know now...
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